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   "Doctor Tao, have you bought them dinner?" Wei Tianlang shouted.

  Tao Zhijie had just arrived. He was stunned when he heard this, and then showed an inscrutable smile: "It shouldn\'t be me, it\'s Xiao Song. I saw Xiao Song\'s car."

   Then a taxi drove in front of everyone, Song Xuelin got out of the back seat, looking like he was, with a brown literary briefcase on his shoulders. A silver van followed behind the taxi he was in, with the hotel\'s logo Xingyue painted on the outside, and turned into the community according to the instructions.

   "Go upstairs to eat, it\'s cold." Cao Yong said to everyone.

  The weather is quite cold, and the north wind is whizzing, making people shiver. But everyone was lively and lively together, no one felt cold, only felt hot all over. A group of people chatted and laughed and walked upstairs.

  The hotel staff who brought the dinner filled a large table with dishes, and the dishes were delicious.

  The aroma of the food triggered the sound of saliva from the diners who wanted to eat around the table. People who have eaten dinner are also reluctant to walk away, and can\'t help but follow their gluttony. No one can resist delicious food, people are food-oriented.

Wei Tianlang was rude, pulled a chair and squeezed it in the middle, and said frankly: "I want to try this. I have never been to Xingyue\'s accommodation before, and I have never eaten anything from his house. I just remember that everyone said their house The kitchen is comparable to the international seven-star.”

  Xingyue Hotel is a famous five-star hotel in the capital. It may be that the source of customers is sufficient and the business volume is sufficient, and they are not bad enough to make money, so there is no need to do dine-in business. The hotel kitchen is only responsible for entertaining guests in the hotel, resulting in people who have not lived in Xingyue outside for a long time coveting the legendary delicacies of this hotel.

  As Wei Tianlang said in the rumor, Xingyue\'s chef cooking skills are top-notch, one of the best among hotels in the capital area.

   "You said, is he the son of a hotel tycoon?" He Xiangyu stuck to the ear of the elder sister Liu Jingyun, alluding to Song Xuelin who was sitting there making a bold guess.

  Liu Jingyun tilted her head and thought, indeed, if Xingyue can specially deliver food, the relationship between this person and Xingyue is definitely not shallow. It is not surprising that Song Xuelin is the second generation of the rich, everyone has heard about it for a long time. What is surprising is that Song Xuelin can make Xingyue deliver food.

   "Doctor Song, thank you." Wei Tianlang said to Song Xuelin on behalf of a large group of people who wanted to try delicious food.

   "You\'re welcome." Song Xuelin spat out these three words lightly, and suddenly turned his face in the direction of Xie Wanying and asked, "Doctor Xie, do you think the dishes I ordered suit your taste?"

  Xie Wanying was stunned for two seconds: Doctor Song, did you come here specifically to bring me meals?

   Of course it is. Song Xuelin tapped his chin.

   Dr. Xie is usually most concerned about whether he has eaten or not. He thought that Dr. Xie was very good at what happened tonight, and he didn\'t need to take action, but he probably forgot to eat like him, so he returned the meal.

  Xie Wanying: Dr. Song, your wife is so kind.

   At most, she invited the other party to have a noodle soup KFC, and they sent several thousand yuan of rice at a time.

  You’re welcome, the small meal tips add up to a lot. Song Xuelin\'s eyes said that he was no worse than her in the question of round counting.

  Xie Wanying turned back: Accepted. On two-dimensional arithmetic, Dr. Song is better than her.

   "Eat." Opposite Huang Zhilei waved his chopsticks to the younger sister and said that you don\'t have to be polite to this cat Song. Usually, the little junior sister is fine with Song Mao, and Song Mao should have a meal.

   (end of this chapter)